A concept album; “Writer Man” is a dialogue, of varying perspectives, between the point of view of the journalist (J) and a star (S).

  

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1. AN AMERICAN STAR

  (sympathy for the journalist)

Words and music Paul Toshner

 

F  Dm

 

F  Dm   Bb   Gm

Ab  Fm   Db   Dbm

Bb  Gm   Eb   Ebm

C  Am   F   Fm

 

- “Hello I’ve come to do an interview on you

   I hope that’s alright”

I had a job at a local rag 

citing everything she’d say

I fell in love before we met 

which for a journalist it’s not ok

So when the day came along in a restaurant 

And I heaped upon her praise 

she coldly asked me what I want 

I said "tell me ‘bout the early days"

 

She said - (sigh); 

my mother would never leave without 

her favourite fender strat

yes they rushed us both to the hospital

in my fathers old black cat

I was born at the side of the road 

my friend and that was that

 

- "well tell me where did you grow up"

(Sigh) I did “grow up” in a neighbourhood 

where emotion is not revealed, maybe years have passed

I think you've guessed, still I have not healed

But I would borrow my mothers strat

and sneak out to a club in “the old black cat”

and sneak out to a club in “the old black cat”

 

Born - how!?  In an Englishman’s car

With a mothers guitar 

An American star is born

down, where the tears do not cry

But a voice in her eyes. 

And accompanying sighs are born...

 

Then she said something really quite strange and I saw it in her eyes

“I don’t believe in journalists, they ruin so many lives”

I said “I’m sorry, it’s an age old fight

But I don’t take no liberties because of my rights,

no I don’t take no liberties because of my rights.”

 

Born – down, in an Englishman’s car

With a mothers guitar

An American star is born

 

how!? In an Englishman’s car

With a mothers guitar

An American star is born

 

down, where the tears do not cry

and a voice in her eyes. 

And accompanying sighs are born 

 

now  in the land of the free

As she wants it to be

But she’d rather believe in me

- “ well thanks very much, bye!

- “It's a free land, it's a price you pay"

The journalist is “just doing his job” which is to serve a two edged sword: making the star “canonised” as a superstar, and seeking to reveal they are “just human”.

 

 

2. THE GIRL NEXT DOOR 

  Paul Toshner

Fm   C/E   Fm/Eb   Db

Ab   Db/Bb   Ab/C   Db

 

How different R U with U'r purple hair   

How different R U I Love 2 Stare at U're

Purple hair a ring through U'r nose black

paint on U'r toes 

how different R U deep inside did U

never find something 2 hide  would I 

Love 2 know a little bit more 

a little bit restless I adore not like

 

The girl next door she's such a bore its

just as well for the stories she’ll tell about

Girl next door  so much amore then

dinner 2 night with a banker that’s right         

Oh no its the girl next door I cant take any

More meeting girl next door 

 

U'r different on the outside I can C so

something on the inside had 2 B

More than meets the eye a

little bit restless and wanting 2 cry

A little bit helpless and wanting 2 die or

just a little crazy & wanting 2 fly, not like the

 

The girl next door she's such a bore its

just as well for the stories she’ll tell   about a

Girl next door so much amore than

dinner 2 night with a banker that’s right      No’...No

its girl next door Oh wo Oh    Oh'

I cant take any more meeting girl next door

I cant take any more.  

 

 

 

 

3. DONT SAY ANYTHING 

P Toshner

A   A/F#   A/D  A/E

F   BB/G   F/A  BB

 

ah, you stole yourself from me 

ah, what do you need to see

how you stole yourself from me 

u don’t say ...anything

u don’t need me

at all

 

u were so generous on stage,   

but in private u couldn’t 

give anything away

I was so generous at home,

but in public no-one knew

i was alone

 

u don’t c me any more

no need to keep the score 

call me time and time again

like never before and in 5mins 

u’ll forget me, 

the truth’ll set you free 

the truth’ll set me free 

 

if I was so cynical with words     

in private, it’s coz

i coulden get 

a word in even over heard

and you say 

we’re so close,

when u r verbose! 

 

 

 

 

4. WRITER MAN 

  Paul Toshner

Gm   Cm   Ab   Bb

Cm   G/C   Ab   Dm   Db   Gsus - G  

Gm   Am   Bb   Am

Gm   Am  x2

 

so now you’re a writer, should you to talk about love

so now you’re a writer, or lord above

so now you can think of yourself - collectively

coz you’re thinking of somebody else - allegedly

write for somebody else - respectively

over a notion around your self

 

writer man, off to write the word

telling everybody today I can write the world away

writer man, off to write his words

to pen and ink he has to prey

on his feat made of cliché

 

something to prove

typo to pose what’s in your way

o to ppose what’s in your way

 

so now you’re a writer and everything’s so intense, 

so in tense, sewing tents

look at the subject, then spins on the fence

so now you’re a writer and you’re selling everybody you meet

I’m off too right...ooo I taste so sweet

I think it’s you that needs the Dr 

not (nebach) the poor Journalist 

who dosent know how to write a peach

turn to the left spin to the right

twisted hand relief

it’s the pen in this hand, his pen in his hand

he’s going to shake you understand (shake you underhand)

its his north and south, the master nation plan

 

writer man, off to write the word

telling everybody today

but be careful Dr, bricks and mortar got lots to say

writer man, gets off to light with words, 

gets off too light with words

this party piece is at the stage, 

nothing new with a view to a wage

 

 

 

 

5. AN ARTIST 

   Paul Toshner

Cm/C-/B-/Bb    Gm   Fm   G    x:  C

Caug    Gaug/B   C  Fm/Eb   C    Fm - G - C      x 2

Eb Bb

 

Finally letting go,

finally sitting down,

finally what I know

laughing a clown in town

 

An artist has to make some room

in everything he seems

taking that the higher lines are free

 

he doesn’t care about the surreptitious,

he’s into helping you get rid of the delicious,

junkie and monkey on your back

 

He cares about the sense of it,

He’s into the defence of it,

but not with violence, or silence, 

is he free

 

He doesn’t care 

about the critical,

it’s way too political,

just his spiritual, visible, lyrical melody

 

An artist has to make some room

in everything he scenes

taking that the higher lines are free

 

and so we sang together,

we sang together, we sang alone

An artist has to make some room

in everything he seems

taking that the higher lines are free

 

 

 

 

 

6. NOWHERE ELSE 

  Paul Toshner

C   C/Bb   Eb    x2

C  Am/F  x2

G   E/Ab   Am   C/G   C   Bb - Ab/Bb

D   A/D   G/D x2

D   D/F#   G   F/G

Gm/C   /G  x2

Eb   F   x2

Eb   Bb/Eb   Ab/Eb x2

Eb   Eb/G   Ab   F#/Ab

 

what else can I do

you look so blue

a shoulder to cry on

or you can rely on

but I cant decide

what to tell to those eyes

 

how to get it through to you

I tell you what I’d do

climb every fountain

swim to this guy

look at these soaking eyes

what need no-one tries

 

what if I wipe those tears

holding back the pain

that I know you’ve been fighting

put it in writing

and don’t even tell me why

It’s the hardest thing to try

 

There is nowhere else you’d rather be

There is no one else you’d rather see

There is no one else as close to me - laughing at the sea

 

hardest thing to try

it’s a fountain

who can swim to this guy!

 

There is nowhere else you’d rather be

There is no one else you’d rather see

laughing in the blue

 

 

 

 

7. JIKAN

  Paul Toshner

Fm  Cm   Db/Bb   Cm

Db   Eb

Db   Bb/D   Eb   Bb/D

Am  Em   Dm   Em

 

Jikan, tired of life without change

Jikan, to re-arrange

to never look back

rise above

don’t cry for pain

only love

only love and Jikan

 

I’m so tired coz I’m so weak

time to sleep to find my feet

I know you see the world 

that’s through my eyes

you know when I’m weak

it comes as no surprise

Jikan

 

Did we look to close to find 

the love we need

in as much our lovers 

hearts so hard when we

refuse to give

what we receive

 

When we’re tired we take the most

think of you think of me so close

remember a new day 

brings another sun

remember the old days

warm from the only one

we really don’t need to run

from Jikan

  

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singing pianist poetry to music

8. PAPER GUN

Words and music: Paul Toshner

 

G   F   C   G

C   Dm   Dm   C

C   Dm - G   Dm - G   C

D   Em   Em   D

D   Em - A   Em - A   D

E   Em   Em   E

E   F#m - B   F#m - B   E

 

“There’s something needs to be done.

It's like something in you that says I need to do this.

And if I don't do anything else I know that I know that I know that I have to do this!” 

​Mesoud Benasully

...when someone has wronged you

that is their problem

but that it happened to you is your problem

that it happened to you is yours...

 

where have men been,

what have they become

Gun, paper gun paper gun

Gun, paper gun paper gone

soon they’ll be seeing the light

in fact I certainly hope 

we should be enjoying this 

together on the other side

Probably you prefer that I told you that I 

want to buy you pizza than I tell you I love you

then again depends on weather you have

an allergy to cheeze but nowadays you

can get tofu, tofu is an alternative to cheese

forget it, forget it, give up, don't do it,

don't do it to yourself, don't do it to your family

it's ok, good to love, good to look at other people, 

but you must understand yourself

ok, teach me how to eat sushi

...you don't have chopsticks

what is normal, we all ask that question

the funny thing is being unusual nowadays is so bloody 

normal that nobody really notices if you are unusual or not 

in fact being normal is much more unusual than being unusual

 

The synergy is what counts

where in lies the reality

how fickle we are, how tempted to the unknown

the gender makes no difference

 

​Singing a song, loving me, loving you back...

that’s what I'm thinking about

...nobody is going to change that

I'm talking about everybody’s coping about the same thing.

G-d bless you

hello Mr Appelbaum, I wonder whether or not

you'd like to come round and tell a story...

Of course you need to understand 

that we are working on a masterpiece...

when action is replaced with emotion

instead of going to do something silly

get it out on paper

then perhaps you'll calm down later

or maybe not it depends how much 

or how little self restraint you've got

 

Hope you are well, that's all I am saying

have a wonderful evening and whatever it is

you're not doing, don't do it for long

because if you don't do it what you're not doing

who knows what you'll end up doing

 

coz truth be told I am more bold

where you can not outrun

your hate, from love

that you thought so little of

as you laughed...at my paper gun

 

“I think every person at one point  in their lives

they had this strong feeling that they have to do something

about a situation, maybe they were raised in a way that they shouldn't,

I'm saying...something must be done” 

​Mesoud Benasully

Like a social misfit

you play the scene

“there’s  good and bad in everyone”

so you think you’ll come out clean

 

well I wont give you the pleasure

from me you wont get a rise.

Anyway you’re blissfully un-aware

of why you should be so despised

 

“never rub another mans rhubarb”

always good advice 

like "an eye for an eye

a tooth for a tooth"

there’s a price

so avert your gaze and a little less praise

yes avert your gaze and a little less praise

when temptation fires your ego.

you’ll notice in time

you’re not paying the fine

“Im all right jack” doesn’t cover the legal

 

but I am your enemy my friend

and until the bitter end

you are the reason

for my mindful treason

It's broken so what’s to mend!?

 

In hot and bloody cool disdain

you’ve justified most every lie

moriality can feign

 

the end was over before the war begun

when I left you weaving your only fun

 

twas pen and paper that used to be

my field of no retreat

but now I'm doing all I can

that we should never meet

 

Gun, paper gun paper gun

Gun, paper gum paper gone

Gun, paper gun paper gone

soon they’ll be seeing the light

 

“It's like one of those people that they need to climb Mt Everest

and it requires years of training and then facing the unknown up there

and so many people they have tried and they have failed

and some people even have lost their lives lo alianeo

I don't have more  words to conti....”

​Mesoud Benasully

 

 

 

 

 

9. RETALIATE AND TOLERATE

 

Stand for you and live

 

Their is such a thing a contrast

When you want to know the truth

but experience the strait and middle first

And then asses “your” proof

 

He’s boss

He’s something strong

on so many counts

needed for so long

 

So perceive in light

 

Percieve the facts

in light of the lions den

in spite of the lions den

 

Those thugs and bullies

who foster hate

You know their names

But out of fear 

you did not negotiate / retaliate

Aware of public opinion

too respectful of its weight

 

In a balance that’s rare

he manages to care, 

relate and tolerate 

Tally and tolerate

 

Hear the greedy and contrived

As he strips them of their lies

A tweet or two is all it takes

And clarity survives 

 

G-d has seen the world

He’ll do fine 

Regardless if your a feminist

His power of love is not celibate 

 

His greatest gift

Learn from him the dance

Art is not a twist

Prayers are what he needs

Thats one way to give

 

He risks his life in the face of death

Stand for him and live.

 

 

 

10. YOU CAN’T IMAGINE

Paul Toshner

 

There’s a song called “You can’t imagine”

“You can’t imagine”

it so little time

“You can’t imagine”

really you can’t imagine 

capturing the moment’s 

but when the moment’s bigger than this

everything that it amounts to 

a x

 

“You can’t imagine”

it’s the best of me

you can’t imagine 

that it’s free

 

you can’t imagine 

how little it took 

how hard I looked 

for what was real

you cant imagine me

in this moment  

feeling as I do 

 

how much I’d give to you

you can’t imagine 

how lucky I feel

you can’t imagine

that it’s not really real

 

what I mean to say by that is

what I mean to say, buy that

 

if you really want to try to see

what you need to be

I’d say do and don’t take it from me

 

coz at the same time,

it’s as good as it can be 

surely it’s not free

 

There’s a song called

“You can’t imagine”

You can’t imagine

it so little time

 

even though I made it rhyme

capturing the moment

is fine

 

 

 

 

11. Writer Man (prologue)

Paul Toshner

 

He can plagiarize the blood and sell himself no matter what the soul

He’s the cat in the hat rat kind of diplomat

 

Likes to think that he likes to think, make sure you give him a wink when he gets the drinks

 

so now he’s a writer and everything’s so intense, so in tense, sewing tents

looks at the subject, spin on the fence

 

turn to the left, spin to the right

spin to the left, turn to the right

broken hand relief

 

sticks his pen in the sand

ever shifting to make someone stand

 

writer man justify your words

writer man just defy your words

to pen and ink he has to prey

on his feat made of cliché’ 

writer man off to write the good word

spin a politician a play, 

but be careful Dr

bricks and mortar got lots to say

 

so now he’s a writer 

in a room with a view to a stage

so sow he’s a writer

id say this room is a cage

 

he’s got two critics eyes 

to tip if I extemporize 

he’s other-wise 

he’ll calculate evaluate, 

but the boom bada bing 

if you know what I mean 

he’ll just spectate

 

he’ll look around to qualify his 

graduated, elevated

never made it, compensated, 

syncopated, un-dilated 

stuck on auto 

automated answer 

coz he’s watching you

 

who?

from a watchers point of view

who?

who me - not u, he’d agree with everything you do

who me - yes you, but you’ve got to admire him for being so shrewd

 

Dude!

So now he’s a writer, putting down words

So now he’s a writer, but for somebody else’s heard 

Dude!

So now he’s a writer

somebody else is heard, 

 

its his north and south, but another mans plan

I think it’s him that needs a Dr not the poor politician who just doesn’t know how to write a peach

 

He’s got so much to say 

Dude!

About a mask a raid 

a masquerade, 

the part he plays, 

the party plays, 

 

so now he’s a writer, ought to talk about love

so now he’s a writer, or is it lord above

so now that he thinks of himself 

- collectively

coz he’s thinking of somebody else 

- allegedly

he’d writes for somebody else

- respectively

over a notion around him self

- over an ocean around himself

Dude!

He can plagiarize the blood and sell himself no matter what the soul

He, or she the cat in the hat rat kind of diplomat...Dudett!

 

 

 

 

12. A WATCHERS POINT OF VIEW

Paul Toshner

 

From a watchers point of view

If you can see what he wants to do

see what he misconstrued

 

He likes to think that he likes to think

And he likes a wink when he gets the drinks

But he takes the change it’s a little strange

Then a hunch back train flew over the saine

 

Inside his head he’s braved a world that didn’t give him much to choose

He’ll get around but he wont go down unless he’s taking you

From a watchers point of view

 

who me? – who knows, not you! 

Whatever Mr you cant loose

who me? – who knows, not you! 

What is the question, but it’s not to be

From a watchers point of view

 

They can be found everywhere if you’ve been looking this year

And the conditions are good for when they want to appear

To have the carrier barrier and a right to choose

The congenital pariah blues

 

Who me? – who knows, not you! 

When he agrees with everything you do

Who he? – who cares, not you!

but we got admire him, 

for being so shrewd!

 

From a watchers point of view

see what he wants to do

go down taking you

From a watchers point of view

Watch her point of view

“Ooo their loafers no laces in his shoes”

Watch him Miss Construe

He’d say anything, and everything, absolutely anything

Something that is mostly just a little bit of nothing

HeW an sToP is sOnY our TreeT oo

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